Martial Arts Crossover: My master tricked Huang Rong into becoming my wife!

The thousand-foot-long, dark blue fissure in the East China Sea resembled a gigantic demonic eye hanging upside down from the heavens, staring down upon the land of China. A deep, rumbling sound emanated from the depths of the fissure, and the surrounding seawater was pulled upwards by the terrifying gravitational force that transcended boundaries, forming dozens of thick, spectacular waterspouts.

Chen Yanzhou stood on the broad back of the Divine Eagle, the chaotic sword intent of golden-blue in his eyes slowly receding. He stared coldly at the crack for a long time, keenly sensing that the spatial laws at the edge of the crack were fluctuating violently and self-repairing. In a short time, the massive fleet of the Star Expeditionary Force would not be able to forcefully break through the barrier and descend.

"My lord, this crack..." Song Que rode the waves and landed on a piece of broken wood next to the Divine Eagle. The Heavenly Blade in his hand was still in its sheath, and the blade was still dripping with the blood of the alien race.

"The laws of heaven and earth are resisting them. The big fish will need time to swim across this shallow area." Chen Yanzhou casually fiddled with the nameless ancient sword at his waist, his tone lazy yet revealing an undeniable decisiveness. "The Zhenyuan Navy will retreat fifty miles and lay a net along the coast. The Shenji Battalion will set up all the newly modified star core cannons along the coastline. If even half a plank dares to fall from the crack, blast it to smithereens. As for the rest..."

Chen Yanzhou turned around, scooped up Xiao Nianrong who was playing with feathers on the back of the Divine Eagle, and let her sit on his broad shoulders. "Go back to Chang'an. Old Zhang is pressing us hard, and there are still a few tough nuts to crack in Shenzhou. If the World Alliance is to truly live up to the name 'World,' we have to clean up our own house first."

"Daddy, are we going back already? Big Black hasn't eaten enough yet!" Little Nianrong pouted, her two little hands, covered in black ash, haphazardly wiping them on Chen Yanzhou's expensive black and gold robe. Below, the giant wolf Wangcai let out a cooperative "Awoo," with half a mutated ninja's severed arm still hanging from its mouth.

"Greedy cat, aren't the osmanthus cakes and roasted lamb legs in Chang'an City tastier than these ugly monsters covered in pustules?" Huang Rong lightly leaped onto the eagle's back, glared at her daughter with annoyance, and carefully wiped the little girl's face with a handkerchief.

"Yay! Roasted lamb leg!" Little Demon Ball instantly forgot about fighting the Japanese and cheered excitedly.

The divine eagle let out a long cry that shattered the clouds, spread its wings, stirred up a gale, and transformed into a streak of light, speeding towards Chang'an City in the northwest.

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Three days later, in Chang'an, at the Tian Ce Mansion.

As night fell, the heart of this land did not fall silent; instead, it radiated an even more vibrant energy. Zhuque Avenue bustled with traffic, and lanterns in the market streets stretched like a dazzling sea of ​​stars. The establishment of the World Alliance not only quelled the turmoil in the martial world with its iron-fisted methods but also ushered in an unprecedented golden age for this ancient capital.

Inside the study of the Tian Ce Mansion, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

Zhang Juzheng, dressed in a neat scarlet casual robe, stood solemnly before his desk, holding a thick stack of documents. Chen Yanzhou, on the other hand, was lounging unceremoniously in a large armchair, casually peeling a purple grape, a tribute from the Western Regions.

"My lord, the four pavilions of the World Alliance have completely pacified the heartland of the Central Plains. However, according to secret reports from the Dark Web, the remnants of the 'Tianshan Sect' in the far north seem to be colluding with a mysterious force in the Western Desert and refusing to accept the Heavenly Strategy Order. In addition, we have discovered traces of the 'Yatagaraja' in Chang'an City." Zhang Juzheng reported clearly and logically, but when he mentioned the three words "Yatagaraja," his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Yatagaraja?" Chen Yanzhou tossed a peeled grape into his mouth, not even spitting out the seeds, chewing it thoroughly and swallowing it. "The intelligence network set up by those short guys from the Fusang Tianfeng School? Wasn't it burned to the ground in the East China Sea by Nian Rong?"

"Your Majesty, even a centipede dies but does not fall down. The death energy of the starry sky has transformed their bodies and twisted their souls. These people are like rats hiding in the gutter, extremely adept at disguise. The dark web has discovered that they have recently infiltrated the East and West Markets of Chang'an under the cover of Western Region caravans, seemingly searching for children with special destinies, attempting to set up miniature starry sky guiding arrays," Zhang Juzheng said in a low voice, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Chen Yanzhou chuckled lightly, his fingers tapping out a slow, deliberate rhythm on the table: "Arresting people right under my nose? These Japanese devils have more guts than they're big."

He stood up, walked to the window, pushed open the carved wooden window, and looked at the brightly lit West Market in the distance.

"Where are Lao Chu and Lu Xiaofeng?"

"Pavilion Master Chu went to the far north to investigate the Tianshan Sect's secrets, while Pavilion Master Lu... should be drinking at the 'Hundred Flowers Pavilion' in the West Market right now."

Chen Yanzhou's lips curled into a playful smile: "Notify the Shenji Battalion to seal off the nine gates of the West Market. Now that the rats have shown their faces, there's no need to keep them around for the New Year. Tonight, I won't hear a single Japanese word in Chang'an."

"Understood, Your subordinate." Zhang Juzheng bowed respectfully and quietly withdrew.

Meanwhile, in the West Market of Chang'an, a bustling street lined with merchants from the Central Asian region.

Merchants from all over China and the Western Regions gathered here, their wares a dazzling array of rare treasures, spices, and exotic women. Huang Rong, holding Xiao Nianrong's hand, strolled through the bustling crowd. The large black dog, Wangcai, shrunk to the size of an ordinary mastiff, followed closely behind its mistress, its eerie eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

Today, Xiao Nianrong wore a pink jacket with a traditional Chinese front opening, and her hair was styled in two fluffy buns. In her left hand, she held a string of crystal-clear candied hawthorns, and in her right hand, she held half a roasted quail that was sizzling with oil. She ate with gusto, her mouth dripping with grease, and her big, black grape-like eyes darted around, full of curiosity about everything.

"Mommy, that fire-breathing uncle is so clumsy. His fire isn't even as bright as Nianrong's." The little girl pointed at a Western Region man performing acrobatics on the street and mumbled her comments while chewing on a candied hawthorn.

Huang Rong helplessly rubbed her daughter's head: "What your father taught you was the innate true fire nurtured by the chaotic Dao rhythm, which can even burn through meteorite iron in the starry sky. That's just a magic trick to make a living, how can it compare? Be good, let's go back after we finish eating. There are too many people and too many eyes in the West Market tonight, your father said it's not safe."

Just as the mother and daughter were about to turn and leave, a strange aroma of meat wafted out from a newly opened inn on the street corner.

Xiao Nianrong's nose twitched twice, and the half-eaten quail in her hand suddenly lost its flavor. She turned her head sharply and stared intently at the inn with the wooden sign that read "Sakura Residence".

At the same time, Wangcai stopped and let out a low growl, its fur standing on end.

"Big Black, you smelled it too, didn't you?" Xiao Nianrong threw away the skewer in her hand, stuck out her pink tongue and licked her lips, her big eyes flashing with an almost wild light. "There's a...stinky, but strangely meaty smell! Exactly the same as those ugly monsters on the beach!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong's eyes instantly turned cold. With a flick of her wrist, the emerald green Dog-Beating Stick silently slid into her palm, and the Nine Yin Manual circulated subtly within her meridians. Her three-year-old daughter's keen perception of the deathly aura of the starry sky far surpassed that of many top martial arts masters. If she said it existed, then it couldn't be wrong.

"Come on, let me take you to see who dares to sell rotten meat in Chang'an." Huang Rong led her daughter straight to the "Sakura Residence".

Inside the inn, the decor exuded an awkward, exotic charm. Instead of the traditional eight-immortal tables common in the Central Plains, tatami mats were laid out on the floor, with sake and sashimi laid out on low tables. Several waiters dressed in kimonos and wooden clogs were bustling about, and there weren't many diners, mostly menacing-looking swordsmen with sinister expressions.

As soon as Huang Rong led Xiao Nianrong into the inn, the once noisy inn fell silent for a moment, and several malicious gazes were subtly cast from the corners.

"Madam, our shop is full today. Please make your way..." A gaunt old man who looked like a shopkeeper came up and blocked her way, speaking in a broken and awkward Central Plains accent.

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Nianrong had already broken free from Huang Rong's hand and, with her short legs, rushed straight to a low table at the far end of the inn. On that table was a large plate of extremely thinly sliced ​​raw meat, with an eerie dark red hue.

"You wicked old man, you're lying! There are definitely seats available here!" Xiao Nianrong shoved aside the waiter blocking her way, stood in front of the low table, pointed at the plate of meat, and crisply questioned the two black-robed men eating it, "What are you eating? Why does it smell like those big eyeballs?"

The two men in black robes suddenly raised their heads, revealing pale, paper-white faces beneath their bamboo hats. Their pupils were an eerie blue, devoid of white, and they stared intently at the exquisitely beautiful little girl before them, as if she were a perfect offering.

"Such a pure innate body... If this little girl's blood were offered to Lord Orochi..." one of the men in black robes murmured in Japanese, his hand already quietly reaching for the ninja sword at his waist.

"Eight my foot!"

Before the man in black could even draw his sword, Xiao Nianrong had already lost her temper. Little Demon Pill didn't understand any of the rules of the martial world; all she knew was that she found the smell emanating from these people extremely repulsive.

The little girl clenched her pink fist tightly, and the innate Dao pattern between her brows instantly burst forth with a dazzling golden-red light. Instead of using fire, she swung her chubby fist with terrifying brute force capable of smashing city walls, and slammed it onto the low table in front of her.

"Boom!"

The low table, crafted from century-old ironwood, was reduced to dust by that single punch. The violent force of the punch, like a tangible storm, sent the plate of dark red raw meat, along with the two men in black robes, flying through the air.

The two men in black robes didn't even have time to scream before their sternums were completely shattered by the terrifying force of the punches. They smashed through the inn's supporting pillars like two tattered sacks and flew into the street.

"Baka! They're from the Tian Ce Mansion! Kill them!"

The gaunt shopkeeper's expression changed drastically, and he instantly dropped his disguise. He ripped off his kimono, revealing a black ninja outfit underneath, and his hands formed hand seals with lightning speed.

At the same time, all the staff and diners in the inn sprang into action. Dozens of ninja swords and shuriken, coated with the deadly poison of starlight, rained down on Huang Rong and Xiao Nianrong like a storm. The entire inn floor suddenly collapsed, revealing a basement covered with blood-red array patterns, from which thick black energy gushed forth like a geyser.

"So you had a hideout hidden there." Huang Rong sneered, her Dog-Beating Stick transforming into a flurry of emerald shadows. Her Nine Yin True Qi formed an impenetrable wall of energy, blocking all the hidden weapons. "Nian Rong, stop playing around, burn it all."

"Okay!"

Xiao Nianrong shouted excitedly, took a deep breath, and her little belly bulged out. The next moment, a cluster of pure golden flames burst forth from her mouth.

The innate true fire ignites upon contact with anything and is specifically designed to subdue evil spirits.

The golden sea of ​​fire instantly engulfed the entire inn. The deathly aura of the starry sky, which could even corrode the qi of a grandmaster, was instantly vaporized upon contact with the innate true fire, like boiling oil poured onto snow, emitting a mournful "hissing" sound.

"Ah—! What is this fire! My hand!"

The skinny shopkeeper's prized substitution technique became a joke in the face of this domineering flame. The moment his arm touched even a tiny spark, it instantly charred. In terror, he tried to sever his arm to save himself, only to find that the flame had already traveled along his meridians, burning directly into his sea of ​​consciousness, incinerating the star crystal core deeply embedded in his mind.

"Awooo!" Wangcai also revealed its true form as a giant wolf over ten feet long, its body swirling with dark, ghostly flames. It plunged into the basement and bit the mutated ninjas who hadn't yet managed to crawl out, one bite at a time, cutting them in half.

The roof of the inn collapsed under the intense heat, and the towering flames illuminated half of the West Market.

The surrounding people had long since scattered in terror. Not far away, Lu Xiaofeng, who was drinking in the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, opened the window and looked at the golden pillar of fire shooting into the sky. His wine cup trembled, and he said with a wry smile, "That little devil, even eating a midnight snack can cause a hole in the sky. Well, now there's no need to look for him, the rat's nest has exploded on its own."

In the sea of ​​fire, the gaunt shopkeeper, dragging his half-charred body, desperately crawled out of the ruins. His only remaining eye was filled with despair and madness, and he clutched a black bone flute tightly in his hand.

"For the glory of Amaterasu... Rescue..." With his last bit of strength, he placed the bone flute to his lips, attempting to sound some kind of summoning ritual.

"Bang!"

A foot wearing black and gold combat boots descended from the sky without warning, landing precisely on the gaunt shopkeeper's head.

The black bone flute, which was said to be able to withstand divine weapons, along with the shopkeeper's hard head, shattered like a ripe watermelon under this kick, scattering red and white matter mixed with black death energy all over the ground.

Chen Yanzhou's figure had appeared at the edge of the fire without anyone noticing. He had one hand behind his back, and with the other hand he casually brushed off non-existent dust from the hem of his clothes, his gaze coldly sweeping over the surrounding ruins reduced to ashes.

"Daddy!" Little Nianrong saw Chen Yanzhou and immediately calmed down. She toddled into her father's arms, pointing to the corpse on the ground as if to claim credit, "Nianrong burned all the bedbugs to death!"

Chen Yanzhou picked up his daughter and affectionately pinched her little nose: "Well done. But next time you encounter this kind of trash, just let Big Black bite it. Don't waste your anger."

Huang Rong put away her dog-beating stick and walked to Chen Yanzhou's side, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed: "There is an altar in this basement. They seem to be using the blood of missing children to forcibly stabilize the spatial coordinates of the East Sea rift."

"I've already searched the shopkeeper's remnant soul." Chen Yanzhou's eyes instantly turned icy cold, like ice from the depths of hell. "The Yatagarasu has hidden an even larger stronghold in the Zhongnan Mountains outside Chang'an City. There... is a 'Divine Shadow' who was forcibly elevated to the Celestial Realm by the Starry Sky Death Qi, and several hundred children who were just captured."

As they were talking, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from the end of the street. Zhang Juzheng, leading thousands of heavily armored cavalry, along with Lu Xiaofeng and others, had completely surrounded the West Market.

"Your Majesty." Zhang Juzheng dismounted, looking at the mess on the ground, cold sweat broke out on his brow. "Your subordinate is late."

"It's not too late." Chen Yanzhou handed his daughter to Huang Rong and then gripped the hilt of the nameless ancient sword. He slightly raised his chin and looked towards the direction of Zhongnan Mountain. In his dark eyes, killing intent was boiling like a tangible substance.

"Lu Xiaofeng, lead your men to sweep the West Market, dig three feet into the ground, and find everyone who has been in contact with these Japanese devils, regardless of their rank or status, and execute them by slow slicing."

Chen Yanzhou's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire street, exuding a domineering aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Old Zhang, prepare the horses. I want to see what kind of gods, demons, and monsters are hiding in the Zhongnan Mountains tonight."

"Daddy! Nianrong wants to go fight the big demon too!" Little Demon Ball struggled relentlessly in Huang Rong's arms.

Chen Yanzhou chuckled and flicked his finger through the air, a golden sword aura tearing through the space before him, revealing a void portal leading outside the city.

"Okay, Daddy will take you there. Tonight, we'll level that mountain."